Brian x Reader | Brian Quinn

Eleven - Baker's Dozen

A couple of months later, and living life with Brian was going swimmingly. The little tension at the start of the move in had been forgotten about, Brian really did show you that he loved you. The morning after, he had gone out and bought you a bouquet of roses to apologise once more, even though he didn't believe in giving flowers to a girl.

You awoke one Saturday morning to find Brian sat up in bed, reading one of his chapter books. His eyes focused, as he turned to face you, a smile seeping onto his face.

"Good morning, Princess." He whispered, as he placed a hand to the small of your back. He leant down, placing a kiss to your forehead, before marking the page in his book and leaving it on the bedside table. He shuffled down back under the covers, as he lay on his side, his elbow propped up to hold his head. The bedsheets reached his hips, with his boxers on the verge of falling down. You could see the visible v line on his front, making you blush slightly. It wasn't just his amazing personality that you were attracted to, it was his every single thing about him. Every single inch that made up Brian is what you adored. There was nothing that you didn't love about him. "What do you fancy doing today, Babe?"

"I want to do some baking!" You giggled, as Brian pulled a face.

"Baking...really?" He grimaced, as you nodded your head eagerly. Brian laid his head down, as he rolled his eyes, a sweet chuckle escaping his lips. "Fine, but on one condition...you can't stop me from eating the first one."

"Deal!" You called out, as you jumped from the bed and sprinted into the bathroom to get ready for the day. You could hear Brian's laugh come from behind you, as you raced out of the room.

You quickly showered, just to feel somewhat fresh, before stepping into the room in just your towel. Brian gawped at you, his eyes watching your every step around the room. Your cheeks blushed, as you fished through the dresser, finding some clothes that you didn't mind getting covered in flour and cake mix. You let the towel drop to the floor, hearing a choked gasp come from behind you. You spun around, smirking at Brian.

"Fuck, how did I manage to get a beautiful girl like you?" He asked, as you giggled lightly. You clambered onto the bed, stepping on all fours, as you inched closer and closer to the head of the bed. You slowly pushed him back, as you straddled his hips, licking your lips seductively. Brian's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as his breathing rate increased. He swallowed profusely, before tightly gripping onto your hips. "Quick fuck before we go downstairs?"

"One step ahead of you." You winked, as your lips came crashing down onto his.

After your little cuddle time, Brian hopped into the shower, before joining you downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find you stood there, reading through a recipe book. He walked up behind you, playfully slapping your ass, as he leaned over your shoulder, his eyes soaking in the print on the page.

"What are we making today, Chef?" He teased, as you rolled your eyes. Your finger ran down the page, until you found what you were looking for. You turned your head to look back at him.

"Today we're making cupcakes." You smiled. Brian placed a quick peck to your lips, before making his way over to the cupboards, retrieving the equipment he needed; a mixing bowl, a whisk, and the measuring scales.

"What do you want me to do now, Chef?"

"Bri, you can stop calling me chef now." You laughed. Brian nodded his head, as he went to crack the eggs into the bowl.

"Okay, Chef." He muttered under his breath, earning a playful scowl from you. He smiled hard, nodding his head, as he started to crack the egg shells against the edge of the bowl. You stood next to him, measuring out the amount of butter needed on the scales, when Brian swung his hips to the side, knocking your hand and causing too much butter to fall into the bowl.

"Brian!" You called out, as he burst into laughter. "That's not even funny." You pouted, folding your arms and sulking. Brian awed, before wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh come on, [Y/N]...I'm sorry." He smiled cheekily, you couldn't help but smile at him. No matter how annoying he could get, you knew that he'd always end up making you smile in the end. You playfully bumped your hips into his, making the egg fall out of his hand and onto the floor. Brian peered down, not uttering a single word, before he looked at you. A smirk pulled at his lips, as he cupped a scoop of flour in his hands.

"Oh you are so going to pay for that!" He called out, as he threw a fistful of flour at you, covering you from head to toe. You screamed out, before reaching for some of the flour yourself and throwing it in his face. The white dust covered his face, and as he breathed out, a cloud of flour puffed into the air. Brian lunged forwards, wrapping his strong arms around you, as he carried you, and placed you onto the counter. He pulled your body to the very edge, causing your legs to wrap around his waist, as he kissed you softly. Your hands ruffled through his hair, tugging at the strands slightly. Brian moaned into your mouth, as his tongue danced with yours. His hand ran against your front, slipping under the waistband to your panties. His fingers approached your core, making you flinch, pulling away from him.

"Br-Brian, there's flour all over us..." You stammered, as your body trembled under his touch. Brian looked down to his hand, nodding his head.

"Yeah...probably not that safe to go in any orifice, right?" He winked. He picked you up, as he carried you up the stairs and into the bedroom, immediately undressing the pair of you. He had his way with you on the bed multiple times, before moving into the bathroom, and climbing into the shower. He couldn't keep his hands off of you, as he made sweet and gentle love to you.

After you had both reached your highs, he helped to get you clean, as his hands softly massaged your head with the shampoo. You stared into his eyes, poking at the tip of his nose, making a 'boop' sound, to which he chuckled to. The two of you exited, chucking on your pyjamas, before making your way back downstairs.

"Fuck it, I'll just go out and buy some cupcakes." You laughed, as you both began to clean up the mess that you had made a few hours prior. Brian had beaten his personal record, by making it to a baker's dozen just in one day. Sure, not every time he had managed to reach his high, but he sure loved making you reach yours.